"consumptions" poems
Angie Jolie has a look that melts into her perfect ******* as she teases me into a new world of seduction. Her eyes are a map and her lips show me where to land my ship of seductions. I want her seductions and eruptions filled full of love consumptions.
Catching my beer just short of the head I drink in life… I miss the spice, the strife, the things that make me cream I want feelings and meanings filled with streaming beings.
Needing something greasy I feel easy and less enthused across a world of misused and abused people that are trained to enjoy the steeple. Dogma, **** it over and **** your dogma. It’s there for you to be a tool.
I miss the hand-kisses and well-wishes. Love’s seduction filled with reduction to the finest elements spent on sweat and tears of fears and folly. I want your lolly and folly filled with me.
******* crazy, it is me.
Me, **** me. The life I chose is interchangeably symbiotic.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
Why would she wants to be a pilot
When she is already an angel?
Why would she wants to be inside the cockpit
When she can just spread her wings?
Why would she have to struggle asking permission from the radio tower
When she can fly by her own desire?
Why would bothered about fuel consumptions
When she have a gigantic amount of power?
Why would she thinks about the ground speed
When she can fly with her wings in a high velocity?
Why would she thinks about the minutes
When she can travel with just one click?
Why would she thinks of a distance
When she can just do teleportation?
Why would she afraid of an engine failure
When she have the strength of lifting earth?
What kind of heavenly creature
That have something she concerned?
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
~
Floating in a nacre, cream pool
Splattered with ink, dreams, and azoic butterflies
A monolithic love dance begin
Shifting one personality into another
Creating
Defaulting
As three stone bodies
Swirl
and twirl
With a rocky rhythm
Their papery skin
Peel back in finery consumptions
As their minds become one
~
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
1.
Moon multiplied in panes of haunted glass
Renewed in rains long overdue of pink, peach and white.
Fragments floating in turbulent concrete towers
Reducing the million technicolour thoughts to dust.
2.
Blue and white limbs titillating upon destruction
Of the stark grey self succumbing to denegration.
The grandeur is singing as we unlock
The catatonic mistake that we have yet to make.
3.
Destroying what we had known before the field
Caught fire in oceans contained within.
Her single, sulphuric transparencies.
Lie down to rest in remnants of a world refracted in
The artificial sunlight crying hymns of fabrication.
Misplaced curiosity in solitary places,
Where forlorn cubes eat darkness like ghosts
Graciously accepting fruit in exchange for a wandering eon.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 7:10 PM UTC
The Darkness overwhelms thee
Consumptions of the Soul.
Sensations
of Negativity
Forever I Go Cold.
Thoughts provoke The body
Against all outer will
Euphoric pains, they oddly....
Forever Freeze The Chill.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
*
for the better feed thy souls
but do not take them as whole
tho humanity seems hard to find
reality not even crossin' minds
livin' dreams 'n' fake believes
whatever man thinks to achieve
rather preparin' their own demise
then be takin' their own advice
people's assumptions hypocriticaly
but to serve themselves their daily meal
with consumptions even as selfishly
so had it somethin' to do with how we feel
where by actin' none but what looks supposedly
leavin' nothin' to acknowledge for bein' real
*..love always...
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 15/03/1437
**
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
*loose lips
tinged with
alcohol,
and
questionable
morals fill the
spaces left
unoccupied
by my
ever-working
brain. shall
i fall off the
bandwagon
filled with
future scholars
and high class
aristocrats?
will i let myself
astray into the
void of heavy
masked, and
dark-clothed
mischief makers
that take up
residence in
abandoned
buildings
drinking
the bad
times away?
i can't decide
if i wanna
tighten the classy
business casual
tie around
my neck
as a noose,
or take a
walk on
the wild
side and
instead get
crushed by
the emotions
that accompany
free *** and
large alcohol
consumptions.
if choosing the path to freedom is your choice,
than freedom truly is a double-edged sword.*
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
What sin is it
that desire to consume
consume for consumptions sake
isn't the feeling
not simple gluttony
consume cause you're empty
or at least feel empty
full to burst couldn't possibly
cram more down
but so hollow
surely I should float
what is weighing me down
poor tubby ****
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 4:36 AM UTC
Assuming conclusions,
overruling consumptions,
dynamite love transformed
the dynamics of relationships,
nullifying every chance we had
of reaching a safe harbor...
in the middle of arguments,
words were washed ashore,
and we found ourselves
gazing at each other
from the opposite ends
of our defined spectrums.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC
The turtle dreams of strangulation in a green emptiness
A star is the graverobber of god
I texted the writers not all of them
Writing is sometimes being drunk while putting a mouse back together in a mountain
We can kiss here
is an eyepatch
for your moon
tattoo
I don’t know why anyone would want to see anything
What if his son
stayed put
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 7:33 PM UTC
I dream in longhand. Watch slasher movies to control death. No I will not be doing anything for my mental health. God was the first weapon meant to heal time. We don’t all live here. Blood reads but not with all this blood. Be last, be small. Hide your stomach from emptiness. Check your children for bones. Hairdryer for pills.
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 3:28 PM UTC